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Good-Fortune is a giddy maid,
Fickle and restless as a fawn;
She smoothes your hair; and then the
Kisses you quickly, and is gone.
But Madam Sorrow scorns all this,
She shows no eagerness for flitting;
But, with a long and fervent kiss,
Sits by your bed—and brings her knitting.
Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) was a German poet, writer and literary critic. He is best known outside Germany for his ear
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